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"Are you not that man's mistress?" demanded Mrs. We two. He flung Ruth aside, careless whether she fell or
not. His features
were regular, and finely-formed; his complexion bright and blooming,—a little
shaded, however, by travel and exposure to the sun; and, with a praiseworthy
contempt for the universal and preposterous fashion then prevailing, of
substituting a peruke for the natural covering of the head, he allowed his own
dark-brown hair to fall over his shoulders in ringlets as luxuriant as those that
distinguished the court gallant in Charles the Second's days—a fashion, which
we do not despair of seeing revived in our own days. He had the same
dark eyes, though lighted by a fierce flame; the same sallow complexion; the
same tall, thin figure, and majestic demeanour; the same proud cast of features. “You were really at Moulton House,” she exclaimed penitently. I don’t think
we’re altogether to blame if we don’t take some of your lot seriously.
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